Page 6 of Netting the Goalie

Shit, where the hell had Cary disappeared to?Maybe I could slip away and no one would notice?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cary coming toward me.Oh, thank Christ.This had been a mistake.I’d make my excuses and—

“Hey, Shane.”Cary turned and smiled at the smallish redhead by his side.“This is Bliss Vescovi.Bliss, this is Shane Conrad.He’s the goalie for the Redtails.And—” Another knock at the door and Cary grimaced.“Sorry, I gotta get the door again.Hang tight, I’ll be back.”

I barely noticed Cary’s departure as Bliss smiled and held out her hand, “Hi.Nice to meet you.”

Her voice made the hair on my arms stand straight up.And sent a shock straight to my cock.

Holy shit.Pure fucking sex.

If I believed in heaven, I figured I’d just died and gone there because, Jesus Christ, this woman was a fucking angel.

Red hair so deep it had to be fake and hazel eyes that were a swirl of green, blue and brown.A face that belonged on a billboard and a body slapped together like a porn star.

And damn, if I wasn’t standing there with my mouth hanging open.

I shut my trap and took her hand.“Shane Conrad.Nice to meet you.”

Then I glanced down and as her fingers wrapped around mine.

Warm.And soft.Damn, she’s soft.

My cock sprang to attention before I could rein in my response.I’d be sporting one hell of a boner in a few seconds.I couldn’t remember ever getting hard just by shaking a woman’s hand, not even as a horny teenager who hadn’t had a chance in hell of getting laid by even the sweetest cheerleader in my high school.

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed her when I’d come in a few minutes ago.Then again, I hadn’t really been interested in anything other than grabbing a beer and something to eat.Since I’d been in this slump, I’d fallen into old habits of using food for comfort.If I wasn’t careful I’d be putting on pounds that’d slow me down.And I definitely didn’t need that.

But, damn, wouldn’t it be great to work them off in bed with her?

When she didn’t say anything else, just stood there staring at me with a smile that made my balls tighten, I forced myself to release her and think of something to say.Anything at all, just to keep her here.But she beat me to it.

“Nice to meet you, too.So Cary said you’re a hockey player?”

“Yeah, I am.So how do you know Cary?”

Her head tilted to the side, silky red hair sliding along her shoulder.“I don’t really.I know his wife, Lori.We met at a chamber mixer a few months ago and we’ve kept in touch.”

Oh, hell, that voice.It made me want to beg her to take pity on me and get naked.To let me put my mouth all over her until she melted into a puddle of lust on the ground.

On the ice, I was known for my flexibility and my ability to work well with both hands.I’d show her I had just as how well that translated in the bed.

“Lori’s really sweet and Cary’s a great guy.”

Her smile regained a little of its former brightness.“He must be.Lori can’t say enough good things about him.And Lori’s amazing.I swear she knows everyone in the county.Unlike me.I have to confess,” she leaned closer and I bent my head.“I really don’t know anyone except Lori.”

“Then we’re pretty much in the same boat.”I couldn’t stop staring into those gorgeous eyes.“I don’t know anyone except Cary and Lori.And right now, I don’t care if I don’t meet another person in the room.”

Shit, probably shouldn’t have said that.But Bliss—damn but I loved her name—smiled again, brighter this time.Then she laughed.Holy fucking hell, did I love her laugh.Low and husky, it sank straight into my gut and made my blood heat like lava.

And when she leaned closer, I caught a whiff of the sexiest perfume I’d ever smelled.Christ, if I wasn’t careful, I’d throw this woman over my shoulder and make a break for the nearest bedroom.

I was pretty sure she’d be pissed off about that but I didn’t have much experience with a woman who looked like she’d stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine, even if she was only wearing a slim black skirt and some sexy-as-hell shirt that showed off enough cleavage to make me drool.

My fingers twitched and I stuffed them in my pockets to keep them from flexing.Or from reaching out to touch her again.

Fuck.

But then she stepped closer and I sucked in another breath, laced with her scent.

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